So...

...I don't know if I want to be a teacher anymore. For real. I love Park and would teach there if offered a job, but otherwise, I feel kind of blah about the profession. Not sure why. I don't really know what I want to do with my life which is fine, I'm 24, I don't need a plan. I don't really like plans anyway, not when it comes to big important, life-changing stuff. Now, on the other hand, if we don't have a Friday night somewhat planned out and coordinated, I freak out. Odd how that works, huh? Teetz was always amazed how I could never give a fuck when it came to big stuff like that, but I could so ballistic over small things. I don't really get it either, but I am also starting to balance myself out when it comes to what's really important and what's not.

I got the cutest Easter card from my Oma and Opa, yay for that too. I hope I get to go home for the weekend but it is still touch and go, we'll see. If I don't get to, you can pretty much bank on the fact that Shelly and I will be partying HARD on Friday night.

I need to be better about keeping in contact with people. Like, Britty for example. We're both so busy and we were going to make a point to at least talk once a week on the phone but of course that lasted all of ten seconds. We've got to get better about that.

I still have some theme tests left to grade, I am very pleased because the kids are doing very well with them thus far. I can't believe I am halfway through my job at Park already. Sad. I really love that school.

That's all I've got for now, perhaps a little nap, then more theme tests before I go out to dinner with the boys. Later kids.